Quotes About Nights

A series of howls and war cries echoed through the camp....The werewolves and Japanese had attacked."-pg.353 Forbidden Nights with a Vampire Kerrelyn Sparks

The brightest light, the light of Italy, the purest sky of Scandinavia in the month of June is only a half-light when one compares it to the light of childhood. Even the nights were blue.

It is no more dusky in ordinary nights than our mind's habitual atmosphere, and the moonlight is as bright as our most illuminatedmoments are.

Isolation is a gift. Everything else is just a test of your endurance. You will be alone with the Gods. Your nights will flame with fire.

And now I will tell of the revels that went on for three nights and two days in the brothel on West Seventy-sixth Street between Columbus and Amsterdam avenues.

And now what will I do with all this time that forms my life with all these people who care nothing for me now, that you've left all these nights why, for whom and this morning for nothing returning my heart banging for whom why banging gravely, gravely, and now how to face up to that nothingness my life slipping o friends be gentle you know well we have nothing to do with it And now what will I do now that you . . .

You have ruined me. I didn't realize how much I longed for the company of others until I had your words. When they are gone, the nights are darker. The silence is loud and bottomless, and I am empty. I miss them, my beloved Sunday, and I miss you.

In the early days of the Libertines, we used to put on Arcadian cabaret nights. There'd be some girl climbing out of an egg; we'd try and get a couple of mates to tell a few jokes, performance poets, and then we'd play in the middle of it all. More people were on stage than in the crowd.

And gone the Godless destiny of death and desperation, and gone the madness of a life committed to uncare, and gone the tears and terror of the brutal days and endless nights where time alone would rule.

there are only hallucinations, or perceptions, and that there are neither nights nor days...and that life is continuous; yet that one would never be aware of its continuity, nor even that life exists without these pendulum movements; and life is primarily verified by the beating of the heart

bewildered were the dead going about their days and nights in the dark putting their feet down carefully and finding themselves floating

Everything looked the same every morning: all in order and just the same. It was in the nights that the difference held sway and there was no comfort for lost and lonely things.

Since I was a little boy, I've watched the Premier League and seen Liverpool playing in the Champions League on Tuesday and Wednesday nights.

Trust me, there's not one night a week I'm not in a theater somewhere. I adore theater, and I go out with friends, so I do have some nights off.

I'm sometimes skeptical about Netflix - for no reason that I can put my finger on - but when you stumble upon a series and it delights you for ten nights in a row, that's a good feeling for a week and a half and a bit.

Every once in a while, a book so possesses me that I happily give up a couple of consecutive nights of sleep - as well as the evening news broadcasts and latenight talk shows - to finish it. That's what happened when I opened the novel 'Shadow Tag' by Louise Erdrich.

A series of howls and war cries echoed through the camp....The werewolves and Japanese had attacked. -pg.353 Forbidden Nights with a Vampire Kerrelyn Sparks

Nici c-ai putea sa socotesti acele luni ce-i stralucesc/pe acoperisuri/Sau miile de sori splendizi ce i se ascund pe dupa ziduri./

Declan and Regin: You'll tell me a story and I'll spare you? You think I don't see what you're doing? I've read Arabian Nights . Call me Scheherazade, baby! Actually, she's one tricksy bitch. Who, by the way, still owes me twenty gold pieces and a pound of sesame.

The winter nights were very long. Sometimes the sun showed for an hour, sometimes for only a few minutes, sometimes it did not show at all for a week. The men hunted by the bright shining of the moon or by the northern lights.

In these ghostly places late summer nights: He was half-waiting to be born. Having vanished from his former life, having shed his previous self with the suits he had left behind in a basement in Washington, he was a ghost, in fact, waiting to come to life through love.

Little wonder that he wandered in these ghostly places late summer nights: He was waiting to be born (...) he was a ghost, in fact, waiting to come to life through love

My dad was a presence, of course, but he worked nights a lot, and I would only see him one day a week.

You're an example as a kids' presenter, so there is a responsibility there. But they got lucky with me - I'm not into heavy nights out.